Re: Misha B/Damian W
[He tries to find words to get it right, but thinking on this again is all new to him. Instead, he focuses on where Damian is. He, himself, is sitting on the bed in the new apartment, and Damian's off getting cigarettes, but it ain't hard finding him out there on the sidewalk, 'mid a world of folks. And, given it's a real bustling city, he only has to mentally follow Damian a short spell 'fore something catches his eye.
The man and woman, they're fighting real loud. There's a baby in a stroller that the woman's rolling back and forth agitated, and the man, he's got his hand balled in a fist. She smacks him, the man, and the sound echoes like a crack from just a few feet away from where Damian's standing. The man, he raises his fist, and his eyes are crazy as can be. The baby's wailing, and the woman's finally took to looking scared, her hand unsteady on the stroller's grip.
There ain't a thing specific that happens, but there's a rush of cool air Damian would recognize, and the man hesitates like he's hearing something other folks can't. He lowers his fist, and the woman turns and pushes the stroller away with her, far from where it'd caught on the lip of the sidewalk and near to traffic rushing real close. The man goes after her, ire gone from his face now, and pleading nice.